Saturday, August 27, 2005
Jesus Rises From a Watery Grave
A few days ago, I went to feed my fish in the living room and noticed that there was something wrong with the air pump, so I replaced it with the one from Owen's room. I also noticed that one of the fish was missing, the lemony gold angelfish (formerly known as Lemony), so I figured he had been eaten by the other two fish. Mind you, these fish are all pretty big now -- about 4 inches long each.
The next day, Owen informed me that the angelfish in question was floating in the top of the tank. Sure enough, the missing angelfish was dead, and I went looking for the net to scoop it out and send it to its watery grave down the toilet. Something happened though (ie. the phone rang) and I never did go back to do it.
Two days later, we were eating dinner at the dining table, and from where I was sitting I could see the tank. Suddenly I let out a scream. "OWEN! OWEN! COME HERE RIGHT NOW! LOOK AT THE TANK!"
Now everyone else at the table looked at the fish tank and didn't see anything remarkable. But Owen did. He shouted -- "OH MY GOD! THE ANGELFISH IS ALIVE!" And sure enough, the big pale yellow angelfish was swimming around the tank fairly majestically.
I explained what had happened over the past two days - - and I came to the conclusion that we should rename this fish Jesus, as he rose from the grave (albeit a watery one). Owen totally agreed that it must be a miracle from God. Owen is very attuned to these issues, unlike my other more sceptical children.
The next day, Owen informed me that the angelfish in question was floating in the top of the tank. Sure enough, the missing angelfish was dead, and I went looking for the net to scoop it out and send it to its watery grave down the toilet. Something happened though (ie. the phone rang) and I never did go back to do it.
Two days later, we were eating dinner at the dining table, and from where I was sitting I could see the tank. Suddenly I let out a scream. "OWEN! OWEN! COME HERE RIGHT NOW! LOOK AT THE TANK!"
Now everyone else at the table looked at the fish tank and didn't see anything remarkable. But Owen did. He shouted -- "OH MY GOD! THE ANGELFISH IS ALIVE!" And sure enough, the big pale yellow angelfish was swimming around the tank fairly majestically.
I explained what had happened over the past two days - - and I came to the conclusion that we should rename this fish Jesus, as he rose from the grave (albeit a watery one). Owen totally agreed that it must be a miracle from God. Owen is very attuned to these issues, unlike my other more sceptical children.
